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lostinforestbound · 6 months ago

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It's here after many weeks, the 10k one-shot to celebrate 200 followers, but I suppose it's also to celebrate 300 followers as well! I meant for 300 to be a different celebration but that's okay! I'm sure I'll make something else for the next milestone!

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Rolan/GN!Tav

I Shouldn't Love You Like You Are Mine

Rolan has too much to do with so little time. Becoming the new Master of Ramazith's tower is proving more complicated than the wizard have ever thought. On top of it all, he has a deep infatuation with Tav, the hero who saved him and his family many times. He knows he has no chance with them, so he has settled on hopelessly pining and dreaming. One day, Tav rushes into the shop in a panic, and he could have never in his wildest fantasies expect what they request of him.

Word Count: 10k (Don't like Tumblr? Read on AO3 instead!)

Relevant Tags: Rolan's POV, Makeout Diversion, Smut, Lorroakan Bashing

Beta Reader: @el-tur-el (Thank you so much for your help T!!!)

NSFW under cut, Minors DNI

The air is stale, the scent of electricity still strong in the space that surrounds him, the taste of blood on his tongue from when his sharp teeth gashed the inside of his mouth. He's sore, bruised, burned, somewhat electrocuted by the way some of his muscles spasm still, but he's alive. Tav is long gone with their companions, and all that is left is him and a dead man.

When staring down at the body of his spine-broken master, Rolan is not sure of how he's supposed to feel. At first, he felt a genuine joy that he had not felt in many years. The adrenaline was still high at the time, and he proudly remarked that he would turn the tower inside out to find its secrets and share them with the world. He always has been ambitious, that is what got him this far, after all. Tav seems happy for him, and he ignores how it made his heart pound even more.

As he stands alone in the room, he questions whether he's supposed to feel something now that the joy has faded within the span of minutes. Some kind of liberation? Or perhaps his emotions are fighting each other in his psyche, making him feel everything and nothing all at once. The man who tortured him, who beat him like he was a misbehaving dog he didn't even want, who refused to teach him anything about wielding the weave, lays dead by his feet. He can't help but think that he looks pathetic now, face twisted in permanent fear even after death.

He spits on his face as a final 'fuck you'. He hopes he rots in the deepest pits of the hells that he was once dragged to.

Running his stiff hands down his face, he tries to think of what to do first. He has to get rid of this body, it can't stay here lying around. It will decay and stink more than Lorroakan already has. Grabbing a fistful of the dead man's hair, he drags his body towards the balcony. He could throw his body over the railing, it would be insult to injury, but no. He will do something much worse.

He digs into the stray backpack at the edge of the railing and takes out a disintegration scroll, one that he knew Lorroakan hid out here as a backup plan in case a fight doesn't go his way. Without thinking too much on it, he casts the spell on the body, and Lorroakan disappears into ash.

His former teacher was now erased, made into nothing, and no one will remember or miss him. A fate worse than death, in Rolan's opinion.

Almost numbly, he heads back inside the main room and tries to find cleaning supplies. There's so much blood on the floor, and it did not help he made a trail while dragging the body. He wishes Tav was still here so he could demand they clean their mess up, where he wouldn't notice his tail flicking back and forth in irritation. Would they bother listening to him? Maybe not, but at least they would be there, just a little longer. Just enough time for him to pine once more.

Lia is right, he's a very selfish creature.

A couple of mage hands bring a bucket of water and an unused mop over. He is taken aback, as he thought they would have disappeared in Lorroakan's absence. Although, these could have been Ramazith's, wherever that wizard is now. It doesn't matter, either way. They're his now.

He dunks the mop into the water and starts swiping across the floor, noticing how as he cleans, the white cloth of the strands turn red. There's so much godsdamned blood, it will take him forever to clear the mess. There's a lot of blood on him, too. Specks and splatters of blood paint his hands crimson, long dried onto his red skin. His mentor's blood. Lorroakan's blood.

He helped murder a man, today. He killed someone. His blood is on his hands as much as it may be on the Nightsong's. Or Tav's.

An unsuspected shudder runs through his body, and he feels sick. He chalks it up to his adrenaline rush going down too quickly, ignoring the feeling as he swipes the mop across the floor.

The hairs on his neck stand on end as he feels the crackle of the weave, warning him someone is coming through the portal. Part of him hopes it would be Tav; he wants to talk to them again. Maybe they can help him with the cleanup, laughing about how they left him here without realizing it. He would stumble over his words like a fool, trying to be impressive in his pathetic state.

It's not Tav that arrives though, he recognizes Lia's quick footsteps anywhere. She's always been the fastest between him and Cal; they both could never beat her in a race, but he swears he lets her win.

"Rolan!" She shouts, quickly coming up to him along with Cal, whose heavier footsteps are right behind hers. "Finally! You kept talking up this tower and now we get to see it-"

"Wait, is that blood?" Cal immediately interrupts, face falling.

He must look horrendous, Rolan realizes. He got so busy cleaning the floor that he didn't even bother washing up first. Based on when he looked at himself that morning, the bruises should still be very prominent. Shit.

Lia bristles when she cups his face, looking at his injuries. "What is this?"

The silence that falls between them is telling. He knows she figured it out a long time ago, but she wants to hear him say it. "I'm fine, Lia. He was a horrible mentor, but it's not my blood on the ground."

"Tav told us they helped you kick his ass." Cal comments, trying to lighten their moods, "Looks like you did just that if this blood isn't yours."

"You should've killed him earlier, idiot!" She spits.

"I know, I know." He mutters, trying to speak even as Lia turns his face around to see the damage. "It's good to see you two."

"We missed you, brother," Cal says, gently moving Lia away and hugging him. "Please don't do that again. It was hard, without you."

Rolan lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, hugging Cal tightly. Lia joins in quickly after. When was the last time they held each other like this? He doesn't remember.

It feels nice.

While it doesn't last long, it is more than satisfactory for him. They help him with the clean up, Lia helping with the blood while Cal sweeps the floor with a broom. They take on more workload than Rolan wants, but he can't argue with them when they practically plead for him to rest. To be honest, he's unbelievably sore, and maybe sitting down for a bit wouldn't hurt.

It only takes his body a few minutes until it's antsy again, so he joins them quickly after.

And then he never stops moving.

He cleans, reorganizes, and keeps walking despite his beaten body screaming at him to stop. He can't stop, because if he does, he knows he will not want to get back up. He'll crash, and he can't afford that.

At the end of it all, he enters Lorroakan's room without thinking and is frozen in place. He's been in here before, but never for good reasons, only beatings. Is this not his room now that the original master is gone? But it reeks of his old mentors stench. He scrunches his nose as he looks at all the personalized decorations. They're hideous, all of the colors too bright to stare at, and most not matching with each other in terms of palette. There's not even a real theme and it makes him irate.

He remembers being beaten on this very floor for messing up a verbal component.

Enraged, he marches up to the bed and tears off the sheets, making a point to dig his claws into them so they would rip. The pillows are next, tossing them across the room and onto the floor. He'll need to replace every damn thing if he wants to use this bed. To use this room.

Unwanted memories start to flood into his mind as he tears the place apart, most of them being on the ground, where Lorroakan said he belonged. Beaten, burned, electrocuted, sometimes poisoned. A place where he was at his most pathetic. He often has nightmares about those late nights, but some of the worst ones were Tav walking in and seeing him like that, utterly broken on floor. They would never see him the same, and he doesn't know whether he prefers them to be disgusted by him or to feel pity.

He's close to a breakdown, having trouble getting air into his lungs before Cal and Lia comes in. "Rolan?"

With a slow sigh, he turns to look at them. "Why are you two up?"

Lia's eyes trail around the destroyed room, seeming to note the claw marks on the bed sheets discarded on the carpet. "Couldn't sleep." She says simply, giving a knowing look.

"Can we sleep with you?" Cal asks, rubbing the back of his neck, "Like when we were kids? Just for one night."

His jaw moves to start a pointless argument, but then snaps shut. They're both not children anymore, they can sleep by themselves. He can sleep by himself. However, he cannot deny that he craves the affection it would bring. He hasn't been this long without them, no matter how much he complained about them being clingy before.

"All right." He says quietly after taking a deep breath, "Not in here, though. Come."

He quietly leads them to the comparatively bland room Lorroakan gave him in Sorcerous Sundries. It isn't terrible, but he realizes that the bed is way too small for the three of them. Thankfully, he had a remedy. He adjusts an enlarge spell and makes the bed wider, and they all settle down on top of it easily.

Lia makes him stay in the middle while she settles on his right side, Cal climbing over carefully to lay on his left. Honestly, he misses having them so close.

"Rolan?" Cal speaks up as Lia pulls up the blanket.

"Hm?"

"Can you make a light show for a little bit?"

Rolan can't help but smile, slowly closing his eyes before opening them up again and raising his hands. "Any requests?"

"Make it look like flowers blooming." Lia says instantly, draping an arm around his middle.

He huffs before murmuring a few words, a burst of colors appearing in the air. Like asked, they take form of flowers blooming, petals falling near them gently. It's gorgeous.

It fades after a minute though, the exhaustion finally catching up to him as he falls asleep. If Cal and Lia were bothered by it not lasting, they don’t say a word.

For the first time in years, his night is not plagued by nightmares.

---

As soon as he wakes, Rolan does not stop moving.

He's the new master of Ramazith's tower, there is so much to do with so little time. The Absolute's army is on its way and he needs to gather everything he can to protect his siblings, and to protect Tav.

Tav doesn't need protecting, he knows that all too well, but he needs to do something. Anything at all. He needs to prepare the arcane cannon, but there is so much research to be done. On top of it all, he wants to be able to focus on his studies, but then run a shop at the same time.

He barely eats the toasted bread he haphazardly made for himself, too distracted by the logs Lorroakan left behind. There's so many customers he needs to take care of, including deliveries. Maybe he could repurpose the animated armor to make the deliveries, but that could be shaky as they're unstable. Well, Lorroakan's magic was always weakly done...he could rework the sigils. He'll have to rework everything in this place, actually.

Gods, everything is such a fucking mess. He knows he needs help, but respectfully, he wants everything a certain way and his siblings won't be able to give him what he wants. Tav would be able to understand-

He stops reading, surprising himself with his thought. Tav? Why would he think Tav would know how he likes things? It's ridiculous. But he can imagine it, them carrying books around with whatever means and placing them in alphabetical order, then by subject. They would tease him about being so stingy with what books go where on the bookshelf.

And they would laugh. Not quite at him, but laugh nonetheless. It's such a perfect sound in his ears, and the thought of it makes the tip of his tail flick about. Damn it all!

He's been thinking about them a lot, unfortunately. Ever since the Shadow Cursed Lands, where they succeeded in saving his siblings where he could not, an infatuation began to settle in his heart. He had half the mind to possibly confess, but immediately pushed it out of his mind. There was no possible way they would feel the same. He's too bitter, too arrogant, and he saw the way they looked at Gale, someone who is much more accomplished than he is. It is a fondness that he never received once in his life, and certainly not by them. He was jealous of it, but jealousy is an ugly little trait to have, so he gave up on dwelling.

The feelings never went away, no matter how much he wants them too.

He wants to say more to them, especially after they saved his sorry tail again during the fight up in the tower. They left before he could, he was too dazed staring at the mess the Nightsong made of his former master. He regrets being too out of it to say anything proper.

What would he have told them anyways? He doubts anything worthwhile. Probably a weak apology and an even weaker attempt to express his feelings. In the end, they would reject him, no doubt. He messed up too many times, back in the Shadow Cursed Lands, even if they accepted his apology for lashing out.

So he continues on and tries to forget, organizing the scrolls at the front counter of Sorcerous Sundries. His nose scrunches in irritation at the disorganization of it all. Was Lorroakan always like this? They aren't even categorized in the right sections, its horrendous. Diabolical. A sin on this shop.

Frustration straining his brow, he lays them flat on the counter to decipher where they should go, ignoring the ache that sits subtly in his bones. He hasn't had the chance to heal himself, so the bruises are still very prominent. It doesn't matter, he can take care of it later.

He knows deep in his heart that later will never come.

In the middle of his thought, one of the front doors burst open. Someone runs in and...well, he doesn't recognize them, but he does see the illusion aura that surrounds their figure. He's about to yell at them about their audacity, but their disguise instantly fades when they close.

It's Tav, in all of their wonderful glory.

"Tav?" He asks dumbly as they rush the to the counter.

They urgently hop over the counter and grab his wrist, and he actively has to suppress a wince by the force. "I need help. Hurry!"

Without a chance of responding, they drag him along towards one of the rooms along the side of the shop. They practically throw him in there.

The door slam briefly echoes in the room, and he barely has time to react before the back of his thighs meet the desk inside. He hisses, the bruises still fresh, “What in the hells are you doing?”

“I need a diversion. I was disguised but the Flaming Fist followed me.” They state, starting to open up the front of their tunic to make a mess. “Let me kiss you.”

He hates how the tip of his tail stands at attention, and thank the gods they don’t notice it. “What.”

“We’re kissing. Now. Just-“ They groan, loosening their shirt more to make themselves look like a mess. “-I need to make it look like I was busy. Rolan, please?”

He should say no. Everything is screaming at him to say no. But he is a weak man, and he’s dreamed that he could have them in his arms. Or be in their arms, it didn’t matter to him.

As soon as he gives a nod, they grab the front of his collar and pull him in, kiss searing. It takes everything in his being not to moan at the contact, especially when they loosen his hair properly to make it fall past his ears. They don’t touch them, much to his relief.

Pretending to put on the same act as them, he presses into them enthusiastically, letting their tongue in when it pries at his teeth. He fell out of control so quickly that he doesn’t know how to pick himself back up. He had half the mind to let them have their way with him. Blood rushes down south when their hand slides up his clothed stomach, sweat beading on the back of his neck as the muscles tense and quiver. Their touch was firm, demanding, and the voice in his head screams at him to not deny them for a moment. How long has he been waiting for something like this to happen?

Before he could panic about his dick twitching in interest at their ministrations, the door flies open. It startles Tav enough to where they bite his lip on accident, making him jolt.

A group of Flaming Fist freeze at the door, taking in the scene before them.

Rolan reacts quickly with his typical sneer, sitting up straighter and trying to ignore Tav being between his legs. “Do you mind?”

“Well, sir-“ One starts but the other, a commander most likely, cuts them off.

“There’s a suspected thief that we believe ran into here.”

“So you decided to almost break down one of my doors?” He questions, making a show of magic to fix his hair up. Tav moves away with their arms crossed in front of their chest, looking annoyed.

“We apologize, sir, but this thief is-“

"Excuse me?" Tav states, putting on an offended face. "How dare you! I am not a thief! I've been in this shop for a while now, unless you are accusing me of stealing from here?"

Rolan comes in before the Commander starts to retort. “My partner, no, my associate could not have been a ‘thief’ as they have been here with me for the past fifteen minutes. And this chase happened how long ago now?”

One of the other Flaming Fists glances up at the clock in the room. “…Five minutes.“

The man to their right smacks them upside the head.

“And what did they look like?” Rolan continues.

“A pale half-orc, short hair with a blue blouse, but-“

He raises a hand to silence them, as if they were misbehaving children. “Then I believe we are done here, as my associate is wearing nothing of the sort and does not look like what you described. Now, unless you are here to buy something or set a donation for the rebuilding fund of the shop, you will kindly leave the premises of Sorcerous Sundries this instant. I expect a formal apology by the end of this week.”

In all honesty, it's funny how lost these Flaming Fist look. They seem unsure of what to do. As Tav scoffs and looks away, it seems as though they're trying not to laugh. He has to fight the smile that's teasing the corners of his mouth, staring at all the blustering Fists as they figure out what to do. Reluctantly, frustrated and angry, they exit out of the office and leave the shop with their tail in between their legs.

He brushes himself off when the heat dies down, finally able to compose himself. “What the hells were you doing? Are you mad?!”

They finally let out the laugh they were holding, straightening themselves out. “I blew up a Fireworks shop. An Absolute Cultist was running it! Who knew? To answer your second question, maybe a little bit. It's been a tough day.”

"And you thought you could just run in here while I was working? Making the Flaming Fist dirty my floors after I just had Cal clean it?!"

"I'm sorry Rolan, I panicked. I wasn't thinking." They say, seeming genuinely apologetic.

He could barely focus, mind still catching up with the events. Is he truly this easy? All they had to do was demand a kiss and he would follow them, like a lovesick puppy? He's ashamed of himself, and he didn't even notice them speaking again.

"Rolan?"

"What?"

"How are you?" They ask sincerely.

He straightens himself up and gets back into his usual facade. "I am well enough. This shop and the tower is a horrid mess, so I've already been spending time reorganizing the texts. Lorroakan barely knew his alphabet. They were not even organized by subject!"

They laugh at that, and gods, the sound makes his heart pound, but afterwards they frown at him, eyes scanning to his face. "You're still bruised."

"I haven't had the time to take care of them. There is too much to do."

They dig into their pack and hold out what he recognizes as a superior healing potion. "Here. If you're going to work, at least heal up. Did I hurt you earlier?"

He slowly takes it, perplexed, "It is nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sorry." They murmur.

"I appreciate your apology, and I forgive you." He states, uncorking the bottle and drinking down the potion.

Instantly, the deep set ache and soreness of his form fades to something less painful. Its like a warm hug, and he feels energized.

They give him a soft set smile as he places the bottle down on the desk. "You look a lot better."

Gods, if he could, he would crush the fluttering feeling the compliment gave him. "Excuse you, I always look better. Now, besides that whole mess that you created, was there anything else you needed from me?”

"I want to make purchases...and barter?" They squeak out.

He sighs heavily, opening the door back up for them, "Of course you do. All right, what do you have for trade then?"

They head out to the counter with a skip to their step. "I promise it's worth it!"

---

Tav ended up having plenty of things to trade, including heavy set armor, rings, and magic items they don't need anymore. Thankfully not all fortune is lost, as they give some coin for high level spell scrolls. A Globe of Invulnerability...how interesting. He knows they are out and about adventuring, but what would they need that kind of spell for? How do they even have the gold to afford it??

They were out the door before he can ask them, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere. "Thank you Rolan!"

A little defeated, he continues on with the rest of his day. Organizing, organizing, and even more organizing. This place is such a shit show, it will take him ages before everything is how he wants it to be. Cal always teased him about having his socks color coded in his drawers.

He plops onto a fresh bed at the end of the day. This was Lorroakan's bed, but Cal and Lia helped him out with cleaning the room. New mattress, new sheets, new blankets, and even new pillows. They tore down the hideous tapestries and paintings he had, and he plans to change the wall into a new color. He still needs to personalize the room to how he likes, but now it was his. No trace of Lorroakan is found here. He idly wonders how Tav decorated their room, or if they have a home to go back to. They're still a mystery to him.

As he lays there, staring at the patterned ceiling, he finds it strange he has a room to himself. It's nice, and he's never had more privacy than now. Sometimes Lorroakan entered in his room at odd hours to start a lesson at his leisure. If he wasn't a light sleeper before, he is now due to the man's random visits. Now here he is, laying his bed, with his nights uninterrupted for the most part.

He has privacy.

...He’s pent up, isn’t he?

Through all the beatings and stress, he never took time to himself and get off. He was worried about getting caught by his mentor. On top of it all, he was too exhausted and hurt to even do much for himself, some nights barely having energy to bathe. But now…

With a sigh, he summons a mage hand to grab a book for him. When was the last time he read a smut book? Half a year, maybe more? Even then, he wouldn’t indulge too much as he never had a lot of privacy. With this large bedroom, the walls being silenced, and the time he now has, he will indulge for a little bit. For one night.

As he reads, there’s not much to go off. This one is poorly written, but he can at least give himself an idea. His mind sketches out a neutral form, no identifying…parts, yet. He’s indecisive, but he’s sure he’ll come up with someone satisfactory for the night.

Usually, his fantasies contain anonymous people with no face, or they wear a mask. It’s less embarrassing than thinking of someone directly. Sometimes they take him from behind, pinning the back of his neck to a table while they rail into him. Others he has someone under him, thrusting into them and littering bites on their neck.

For now, he imagines a person of no specific gender yet, holding him close in a crushing grip and devouring his mouth. It leaves him no room to breathe as he’s pinned to the wall, their thigh between his legs pressing up against his growing erection. Heat gathers south embarrassingly quickly, the tent of his pants tightening. What is Tav like in bed?

As soon as that question pops into his head, the blank person he tried to fantasize about turns into Tav. It shocks him how vivid it is, and he immediately sits up, book falling flat on the mattress as he drops it. No no no, absolutely not. They’re a friend.

A friend who pulled him in by the collar to kissed him with reckless abandon. A friend that was ready to pin him down on his desk. A friend who stroked a finger along his jaw to help him relax into their mouth.

Hells.

His fingers trail down his stomach and into his trousers, taking himself in hand. What’s the harm of indulging in this? They kissed, after all. All of their wonderful features are fresh in his mind. As he teases the underside of his shaft, he imagined it was their hand instead of his own. Precum was already beading at the tip, and he uses it to slick up his cock. He still feels their hands on him, pressing and demanding. He wonders what they would’ve done if they had more time. Are they gentle or rough when they stroke? He’s not sure whether he prefers one or the other yet.

None of this would happen, they have many suitors at their disposal. But damn it all, he could dream that they chose him, in the end.

Gods.

He covers his mouth tightly with his free hand, almost painfully as he thrusts up into his other one. This room is covered in silencing sigils, it’s not like anyone would hear him from the outside, but even he doesn’t want to hear his shameful sounds.

He feverishly switches to a different fantasy, this one containing Tav once more, though this time he isn’t complaining.

They’re both deep in the woods, away from the Tiefling party. They saved them all from the goblins, they deserved some compensation, did they not? Tav is pressed against his back, one hand putting two fingers in his mouth, rolling the muscle of his tongue between them while the other jacks him off. He’s utterly helpless, Tav taking control of his pleasure for him in the best ways as he helplessly grips the bark of a tree. They would tell him how good he was, how much they wanted him, how lovely his moans were. That he was handsome, strong, and worthy.

That they loved him-

Strings of white decorate his stomach, his climax coming with a stuttered gasp. It came more quickly than he thought it would, and his body spasms with how intense it is. The cry that climbs up his throat stops short by his hand.

He massages himself through it, feeling dazed and utterly pathetic. How dare he think about Tav in this way, as if they were an object for his pleasure? They’re not his, and he’s not theirs, no matter how much he wants to be. What would they say if they saw him like this, desperate and lustful even after his orgasm?

Gods, he wants them so badly, and he knows he can never have them.

Catching his breath, he feels disgusting. Filthy. He shouldn't think of them at all, he hasn't earned that right to them. It's pitiful.

To remedy his sin, he gets out of his bed and heads to the washroom. It's grand in comparison to his lowly basin in the shop, and he's unsure where to start now that he has access to it. Firstly, he takes out a Create Water spell scroll and casts it, filling the entire tub with water. He then modifies the Produce Flame spell to heat up the water. That will do for now, he'll figure out how to make the process a lot quicker later.

He takes off his soiled nightwear, stepping into the water with a slight hiss. All right, maybe he made it a little too hot, but it's nothing he can't handle. Lorroakan has burned him worse. As soon as he gets to the hip line, he pours lavender oil into the steaming water and sinks in completely. He's heard of the scent being beneficial for sleep, mostly from Tav. He wonders if they are an herbalist- no, no, he isn't supposed to be thinking about them.

Emptying his mind is proving harder than he thought. No thanks to his previous transgression, Tav's face plagued him. Questions pop up without him wanting them to: how does Tav look when flustered? Are they experienced with intimacy? Do they like pain? Are they sweet? What is their perfect date? How do they show their love-

He dunks himself fully into the water before the thought could finish, and he feels the sting of the hot water against his face as he sits under the surface. Finally, his mind is silent, so he holds his breath as long as he could. It's oddly soothing, just being alone under the water. A perfect escape to everything around him. He may just have to do this more often.

Unfortunately, he has not done any training to hold his breath, so he has to come up for air within thirty seconds. Perhaps he should practice, but that's for another time.

Now that his hair was thoroughly wet, he begins washing and conditioning his hair, giving himself a scalp massage while he was at it. He didn't trust the mage hands to do it for him. They were floating in the corner, waiting for a command. Can mage hands pout? It feels as though that's exactly what they're doing. Why are they so eager to help anyways? He should dismiss them when he has the time.

After dunking under the water again to wash out all the products, he exits the bath carefully, using Prestidigitation to instantly dry himself. Ah, what would he do if he didn't have that spell on hand? It is incredibly convenient. Can Tav use magic for mundane tasks?

He pauses as he slides on a robe. Gods damn it, it's happening again! That didn't last too fucking long, now did it?

With a groan, he marches back into the bedroom and towards the balcony, pushing the doors open. The night hair hits him immediately, sending a brief chill through him before calming. With a heavy sigh, he goes to the railing and leans against it, watching the silent city of Baldur's Gate. The lanterns have long burned out, and the stars are blooming above him, but he can't relax. He's desperate for Tav, and it's pitiful.

Pressing his forehead on the cold stone, he realizes what a miserable, selfish, wretched creature he is. After all of those things, he's somehow still hopeful. Why else would they kiss him like that? Is he reading too much into this?

Though, perhaps, instead of dwelling on unwanted thoughts, he should just let them go. Lia always did say he thinks too much. Cal mentioned it could be quite damaging on one's psyche.

So he lets the thoughts flow. All of the domestic ones and all of the lustful ones, too. He flickers through memories of he and Tav's interactions, thinking of what could have been and where he went wrong. The shouting, the aggression, the drinking. Gods, the drinking. He hasn't touched wine in a while because of it.

Then he lets it all go.

He raises his head, taking a deep, long breath of the fresh night air. He's in Baldur's Gate. They all made it. The Absolute's army is about to knock on their door, but just for tonight, at least in this moment, he's calm. He's okay.

Maybe he'll be okay later, too.

After an hour, he makes it to his bed and lulls himself to sleep, pulling up the thickest parts of the blanket to hold. It manages to lull him to sleep. A success, in Rolan's tired mind.

There's so much to do with so little time.

---

A tenday has passed and Tav has not returned.

It's for the best that they don't come, as they continuously plague Rolan's mind. He can't stop thinking about them, no matter how much he distracts himself. Most of them are lustful and depraved, some of which make him feel utterly ashamed. He has no right to think of them in this way.

Though, it's the other thoughts that confuse him the most.

They're domestically blissful. He imagines waking up in bed with them, nuzzling into their hair as they convince him to stay a few more moments. He imagines dates, lacing his fingers through theirs while telling them how stunning they are. He imagines it's their body that he pulls close late at night, and not a spare pillow he squeezes to his chest.

He hates these thoughts more than most, as it makes him silently grieve what could've been if he weren't such an arrogant prick. What if he was nicer to them when they first met? Would they have approached him a third time at the party and invite him to their tent? Embarrassingly, he's been losing more sleep than usual over the what if's, and it's making him sloppy with his work. Papers were scattered, he keeps losing his books, and ink stains have been appearing on his robes more and more lately. Unacceptable.

Is he truly this pathetic, losing sleep over domestic thoughts with someone unreachable? Is he that lonely? Does he crave company that badly? It is a wizard's curse, surely.

He thought he got over this, but it seems he needs more than one night to 'let go' of them. Damn it all, why can't this be easier?

He shakes his head, regaining his focus of the task at hand. Rearranging the scrolls once more, he stands onto his feet again and brushes the dust off of his robe. He proudly places his hands on his hips. Finally, after so many days, he has the counter exactly how he wants it. Everything is organized, not a speck of dust in sight, all of it is beautifully-

One of the doors slam open again by a gust of wind, and rage fills him to the core. Why, oh why are the gods so against him? Now there's dirt of the floor, he just made Krank sweep it all out!

The anger disappears instantaneously when he sees Tav rush through the door, sweat beading on their brow and their face flushes from exertion. Extremely similar to how they appeared last time-

Oh no.

As they rush past the counter to the same room they both in before, he starts following them without thinking. What in the hells was he doing?! This can only lead to something terrible for him, even if Tav would be none the wiser. Why does he torture himself like this? He finally has everything he could ever want, yet he greedy for more. For the one thing he can never hope to have.

But they need him, and he could never deny them.

He quickly enters the room after them, shutting the door on his way in. Thankfully this room is more presentable this time around, but he doubts Tav will notice it. They have never been one to look at the finer details. At least from what he has seen, it's not as if he spent much time around them. That thought makes jealousy swell in his chest.

"I need help again." Tav states, rustling up their clothes.

"I can see that," He sasses, but Tav is already pushing off the mantle that sits on his shoulders before pulling him into a kiss, hand fisting the front of his robes.

What has he done to deserve this punishment? Are the Gods testing him by dangling his one desire in front of him? They should know he's too weak to resist their touch.

He gasps into their mouth when they pin him to the wall, free hand grasping the back of his thigh. They easily put their leg in between his, which puts him in a daze. Is this truly an act if they would go this far, or are they testing his boundaries? The worst part about this is he never wants them to stop. He wants them to keep going and reduce him to a pitiful, breathless mess.

They're already succeeding in that, it seems.

When he feels them try to pry his teeth open, he lets them, tangling his tongue with theirs. The noise is so lewd in his ear, a blush immediately rising to his face at the intimacy of it all. He thought about this situation constantly, both through the actual memory and then to his fantasies. Though, fantasy is nothing compared to their real hand tracing the skin of his exposed neck, mapping out the dips and curves of his adam's apple. Images flash through his mind of them choking him, not to hurt, but to claim. He honesty hopes they would do so, but alas, their hand trails up to cup his jaw instead.

This action only made him more flustered, and while he doesn't understand why, he accepts it all the same and leans into their hand. No one has ever touched his face like this in many, many years. Usually it was hit or slapped, no thanks to his teacher. Even when their touch is as gentle as a dove, he can't help but flinch when their thumb strokes along his cheekbone. They pull away from the kiss, catching their breath with a question on the tip of their tongue.

As if the world is playing a joke, those same Flaming Fists burst the door open. They look surprised once again.

"Again?!" He shouts at them, bristling and baring his teeth.

"Do you fucking mind?" Tav yells after, giving them a hard-earned glare.

The Flaming Fists do not bother arguing again, turning heel and leaving the shop without another word. They look foolish, doing their walk of shame. At least they were quick about it, Rolan did not feel like giving them another lecture.

"How do you do, Rolan?" They tease, a hand still fisting his sleeve.

It is a miracle how he keeps his composure. "Well enough, I suppose. Now, as I said earlier, again?"

"There's a perfectly good explanation."

"Then?"

"They were assholes so I stole their money."

"I'm inclined to agree. They are quite intrusive in their searches. Though, must have you lead them here again? I just had Krank clean the floors of the shop from bottom to top!" He complains, running a hand down his face as he stabilizes his footing, "Now I'll have to command him to do it all over again. At least the bottom part."

"I know, I'm sorry to do this to you again. I can make it up to you!" The say quickly before taking a pause. "Wait, you reanimated Krank?"

"Despite being Lorroakan's, he still had his uses." He drawls, suddenly feeling trapped in their space. "Clearly weaponry is not the armors calling, so I have him clean the floors in the morning and at night. There hasn't been any complaints."

"It's animated armor, Rolan. It can't complain."

"I meant complaints from the customers, you absolute dunce!" He snaps and immediately regrets it, but Tav bursts out in a fit of laughter at his insult.

Never has he understood what was so funny about them being insulted. Does he look like a fool doing so? Are they laughing at him? He should be angry over it but he most likely deserves it.

"Well, I feel terrible for dragging you in here twice," They giggle, wiping a stray tear from their eye. "So I want to make it up to you."

"And how do you suppose you'll do that?" He challenges.

"Well, we already got the first part of it started, if you're interested." They tease, voice low.

Oh gods.

"We could take it further. I can feel your little friend down there, and I'm more than happy to help." They murmur in his ear.

A cold sweat hits him in that instant. This is his worst nightmare. He wants it, gods does he want it so badly, but if he accepts it there will be no turning back for him.

They attempt to cup his cheek but he turns his face away, gently pushing them.

“Rolan?”

“I can’t do this.” He says, unable to look them in the eye, but he feels the way they tense.

Before they can start apologizing, he continues, “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the Shadow-Cursed Lands, I think. I adore many things about you. But you keep holding me like this, kissing me, and it's starting to make me believe that there will be more than this, one day. When The Absolute is gone, and Baldur's Gate is safe, you would do me the honor of considering me as a...companion."

"Oh, Rolan..."

"I refuse to be a side piece, someone who will be at your beckon call whenever you're bored. You’re tugging at my heart as if it’s your plaything, and while I know you have not done this on purpose, I can't handle it anymore."

He exhales sharply, tilting his face up when he feels tears sting his eyes. "Please, do not torture me like this and just go. Leave."

When he’s met with silence, he swallows and blinks away the wetness of his eyes. He knew that he never had a chance, and that their affections were never real. How could his savior ever look at him like he looked at them? But that diversion of theirs was so wonderful, and for at least a temporary moment, he felt wanted. Desired.

Loved.

He knew he couldn’t continue. It is selfish of him and he would’ve been setting himself up for heartbreak.

Tav leans in close, eyes tender as they tilt his chin back down. “Rolan…I’ve been a fool. I thought I was being obvious.”

He finally can look at them in the eye. “What?”

They can't help but chuckle, but it is a good natured one, “I’m in love with you too, idiot. Why do you think I would keep seeing you in this way?” They ask, tucking some hair behind his ear. “I'm so sorry, I should have been more forward with you. I never meant to hurt your heart like this, you mean too much to me."

He must be dreaming, he has to be, but he can feel the of their body pressing against him. They want him too, and it makes his heart want to burst out of his ribcage. He isn't aware of the blush that rises in his face at their confession, making his already red skin grow crimson.

They carefully cup his face again, pressing their forehead against his, being mindful of his horns. "I'm sorry Rolan, truly. Could you ever forgive me?"

His adam's apple bobs with his swallow, but his face remains a stern look. "...Your apology seems genuine, and I forgive you."

"Well good, I was worried that I just fucked up my chance." They huff with a smile, gently pinning him against the wall once more. "Now, would you like me to try this again and kiss you?”

“Please.” He whispers instantly, tail coiling around their leg.

It was unclear who pulled in first, but what mattered is their hands were all over each other as they kiss fiercely. He felt one of their hands move back and grip the base of his tail. A pathetic whimper escapes his mouth, pleasure shooting up his spine. Tav happily nips his bottom lip in response before pulling away. “I want to see your bedroom, Rolan. Now.”

"As you wish." He responds breathlessly.

Using Dimension Door, he teleports the both of them to the top of the stairs of Sorcerous Sundries, pulling them through the portal and into the tower. This is a totally inappropriate use of one of his higher level spells, but his mind is in a sexually charged place. He'll chastise himself for it later.

His grip on their hand is tight, sweat gathering there as he teleports them again to the bedroom. It isn't customized to his liking quite yet, but it at least has the colors he wants. Deeper blues mixed with other calming colors to help him sleep. He doubts Tav is admiring the features with the way they pull him onto the mattress.

When they both settle in the bed, Tav quickly gets undressed, unclipping the armor and ripping off their under clothes in one fell swoop. Whatever he though their body looked like in his dreams, the real thing is so much better. Any little scar or texture change, he either wants to trace with his fingers or with his tongue. As they lay back and spread their legs, he reaches for them.

They gently smack his hand away when he tries to touch their chest, smirking. “No. You will sit back all pretty and watch.”

His mouth goes dry, surprised at the sudden command, but would he truly be a student of the Weave if he did not know how to listen to directions? He does as told, sitting back on his feet.

"Do you have oil in here?" They question.

"Right side, top drawer."

They crawl over and grab it, settling back into position as they drizzle the product onto their fingers. They make a show of it, too, playing with the substance between their fingers before their hand trails down in between their legs, locking eyes with Rolan.

He swallows as he watches them open themselves up, all for him. It sends his mind reeling with lust, and he’s still not allowed to touch. Torture, is what it is. They have him exactly where they want him, and he is not complaining one bit. Not in his wildest imagination could he have though of this scenario. It's incredible. They're incredible.

As they go on languidly slow, he starts feeling hot all over. His clothes feel too suffocating around his body, his trousers unbelievably tight. It takes everything in him not to palm his growing erection, biting a lip to stifle a small moan that threatens to escape his throat.

“I want to watch you take all those layers off, Rolan. It’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.” They demand, hooking their fingers inside of themselves and groaning.

He responds by finally taking off that mantle that sets heavy on his shoulders. They watch him unblinking as he instantly gets his robes off, seeing the tent in his smalls that expresses his want. It looks painful. He throws the robes, shoes, and smalls off somewhere in the room, his cock now in the cold air, leaking.

They smirk at the sight, now curling three fingers in with a long winded moan. “Gods, I can’t wait to have you in me. I bet you feel so good, look at that…”

Have they always been this good with their words? They always have in his pathetic fantasies, but the real thing makes him twitch in need. He wants to touch them, feel their skin against his in a blaze of pleasure.

Alas, he has to wait.

Finally, they take their fingers out of themselves and sit back up. “I’m ready for you.”

“I want to touch you, Tav.” He admits, fingers twitching on the top of his thighs.

They crawl over to him and sit in his lap, breathing hard as they wrap their arms around his shoulders. “You may.”

He takes some small amount of comfort in that they’re as hot and bothered as he is, watching their flushed face before they crash their lips into his own.

He whines into their mouth, his cock trapped in between their stomachs. The friction is positively divine and he already thinks he may be close with the way their fingers trace the ridges on his back. They're mapping them out, pressing against the wing impressions on his shoulder blades and then trailing them down his spine. As soon as they reach the base of his tail, they tug on it once more.

A gasp shudders out of him when they grind against him. “Tav, if you keep doing that, I won’t last much longer.”

They hum in approval, sucking a hickey into the base of his throat. “What if I promise to make you come again?”

“Tav, please—”

“Okay okay.” They relent, moving back a little to give him some breathing room.

They stay in his lap as they pull him in for another kiss, and he joyfully obliges. Their tongues dance as he gropes their chest, mostly wanting to feel the unique textures of their skin. They’re perfect, to him. He wishes they were some sort of god, because at least then he would have an explanation for his need towards them. This unrelenting desire that he has pleaded for every night when he dreamt of them.

He has so many dreams, one that wake him in a sweat and painfully hard in his trousers. He made a theory that indulging would help the process of forgetting his desires, but it seems as though his hypothesis was wrong. Dead wrong. His dreams of them only became more vivid, some tricking him into thinking it was real. He mourned when he woke up those mornings, wondering why the Gods were torturing him with their image, their body, their face, their laugh.

Hells, he hopes he's not dreaming right now, they feel too real. He can feel them biting and tugging his lower lip, so he concludes that they were, in fact, here with him. Making him feel so much better than his wildest fantasies. Their nails bite into the back of his neck as they briefly deepen the kiss, before pulling themselves away, a string of saliva connecting them. For at least a moment, he catches his breath.

With a solid push to his chest, he falls back onto the bed with a soft thump. He pushes himself back up onto his elbows quickly, breathing harsh. At first, he’s worried he screwed something up. Did his nails hurt their skin? He should have blunt them this morning. But then they straddle his waist and take hold of his drooling hard-on, ready to sink onto him. “Hold still.”

As they lower themselves, stars burst behind his eyes as he takes them fully, their walls squeezing around him so deliciously. He bites back a moan that tries to work its way up his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he manages to hold himself together when they seat themselves onto him.

“Gods, you feel so fucking good Rolan.” They moan, clenching briefly around him until they finally relax. They do a test grind, and he knows he's hitting all the right places within them with the way their eyes flutter.

“So do you.” He says breathlessly, a light sheen of sweat already decorating his skin, pupils blown wide as his tail flicks about. The appendage instinctively reaches for something to hold onto. Anything at all. In the end, he settles with wrapping his tail around their waist, keeping himself grounded. They smile down at him when they feel it squeeze them.

He tries to reach for for their sides shakily, but they are more put together in this moment, and much faster. They take his hands, lacing their fingers through his, and pin them each besides his head. He’s only met with a grin before they start riding him with reckless abandon, gripping his hands unbelievably tight.

A groan that trails off into a whimper escapes his throat, hips subconsciously thrusting up into their tight heat. It felt positively divine feeling their walls clench around him, purposely teasing. They’re grinning, even when they toss their head back and moan. He squeezes their hands for dear life, already losing himself as their skin meets his. “Ah— Tav—“

“That’s it baby, I want to hear you.” They pant, leaning down and kissing him soundly. He lets their tongue pry his lips with ease, begging for a taste.

“I won’t last if— gods—“ he cries against their mouth, toes curling in the sheets.

“I don’t care, let me feel you. I want it.”

He curses when they clench around him again, clearly wanting to milk him dry, but he manages to stave his orgasm off. At least for a little bit. This felt so fucking good, he never wants it to end. But with the way they roll their hips, he’s not going to last. He wishes he could have last longer, giving them their pleasure the way they deserve after all of their hardship. They saved him, saved his siblings, saved the tieflings. Twice. Then they saved him for a third time. They did not have to, they could've walked away and let him lay with his poor choices. They didn't, and he's never seen them more angry than when they saw his bruised face.

His stomach suddenly tightens, giving him that impending warning he knows all too well in recent days. “C—Close, I’m close—“ he rasps.

“Me too. Fuck, you feel so good love.” They murmur thoughtlessly.

That nickname teeters him over the edge, and Rolan came with a cry in his throat. Tav was not far behind, fluttering around him as they came as well.

They breathe hard, resting on top of him and letting go of his hands. They instead use them to hold his heated face and kiss him gently. With his hands free, he wraps his arms around their back to pull them closer. He’s spent, exhausted, but he’s never felt more content as he kisses them.

Before they both could feel uncomfortable, he murmurs the words of prestidigitation and cleans them up as they rise off of his softening cock. They plop next to him on the bed, smiling tiredly.

“You were amazing.”

He laughs at that, wiping sweat off of his face. “I should be saying that to you.”

“Then we’re both amazing, hm?” They tease, scooting closer to his side. "Where did you learn how to fuck like that?"

"Must you be so vulgar?" He exasperates with a groan, making them laugh, "But if you must know, I have done extensive research on the subject."

"Ooooh research! What, did you study anatomy books?"

He groans, covering his face with his hands.

"Wait a minute, you have a smut collection?! This I have to see."

"Absolutely not!" He shouts, his face, neck, and ears now a deep crimson.

They burst out laughing, and as much as he wants to chastise them for it, he ends up laughing with them. He's never felt so light before now, as if he's finally feeling relief for all the trouble he's been through.

Gods, he's truly in love with them, isn't he?

"I can go for a round two, if you're up for it." They say after calming down their laughter.

He snickers at that, pecking heir forehead. "As much as that sounds wonderful, you've exhausted me for the day."

"Then how about some cuddling? Karlach always said I give great hugs."

He hums, pecking their cheek next as they wrap their arms around him. "I think I would like that, very much."

Letting out a deep rooted sigh, he feel all the tension in his body finally leave him. He should be disgusted by all the sweat gathered around them in the aftermath of their activities, but in this moment, he wouldn't have it any other way. There's time to complain about it later. Perhaps he can show them the bath he now uses. Would they be impressed by it? It certainly is better than whatever they have going on in the Elfsong Tavern. He wants to do everything to impress them, make himself worth their while even with the chaos that is their lives. But for now, he's calm.

For the first time, Rolan felt truly free.

"Does Krank know how to clean bed sheets?"

Snorting, he looks at them again. "I haven't made him try. He's decent at mopping and sweeping...somewhat. Why?"

"Just curious. It's cute how you just have a little servant now, cleaning the place."

"Krank is not a servant, he is an employee of my establishment."

"You don't pay him!"

"That is not the point! He works, does he not?"

They laugh, pressing their forehead against his. "Fine, fine, but why not make him clean your room, including the sheets?"

"He will mess them up! I know how to properly smooth it out and make this room look highly presentable."

"Oh, I'm sure you do...anyways, do you have a bath in here? I stink and feel sweaty." He barks out a laugh, reluctantly getting out of their arms and shuffling off the bed. "I do, it's in the next room over."

When he offers his hand to them, they happily take it as he leads them to the side room. The large bath presents itself, though it is empty right now. He should figure out a way for it to be ready automatically in any time of the day, but he'll work out the kinks later. He wants to show them that his fingers have talent in ways they wouldn't comprehend. All of it in the form of a heavenly scalp massage.

#forest-writes #rolan x tav #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan bg3 #rolanites #rolan brainrot

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thegoldencontracts · 6 months ago

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UH UH UH UH UHHHHHHHHHHHHH

first of all, congratulations for reaching 300 followers (honestly were we really surprised??) SO PROUD OF U POOKINAAA

the club idea sounds SO cool so for mine, may i request the board games club with the lovely azul ashengrotto? no pressure ofc^^

AND ONCE AGAIN, congratulations on your milestone! hope u have an AMAZING night!

- 🐙

Of course, and tyyyyy! For this event! By the way, I can do multiple fics for the same character!

Just Luck~

Summary: You, the newest member of Board Game Club, use the power of Uno and insane luck to beat Azul Ashengrotto.

You'd joined the Board Game club recently, and so far, it was pretty awesome. You'd gotten a taste of the satisfaction of crushing your competition, and boy, did it taste good.

But there was one person you still hadn't been able to beat. Well, technically Idia, but he never even let you get near him, so you discounted him from the equation. No.

The one you'd set your sights on was Azul.

"That would be checkmate," he said to another student with a smirk, completely unaware of what was doing to befall him.

You grabbed the pair of cards from the cabinet, approaching Azul with a grin.

"Hey, Azul!" You said, putting on your best innocent voice. "Wanna play Uno?"

It was for a split second, but his eyes narrowed in displeasure before he hastily composed himself.

Gotcha.

Uno was a largely luck-based game, and Azul? Well, he hated luck-based games!

"Are you certain?" He said. You nodded.

"Yep!" You said. "Why? Chickening out?"

To others, it may have seemed like you were just being playful. That wasn't the case.

This was a challenge. A jab at Azul's pride. And if there was one thing Azul hated more than relying on luck, it was jabs at his pride.

"Fine, then," he said, motioning to a seat right next to him. "Take a seat."

That you did, taking out the deck of cards with a grin.

One to Azul, one to you. Azul, you, Azul, you, and so on and so forth, until you both had seven.

"Shall we play, then?" You said, barely able to keep your composure as you gaped at your hand.

Plus fours, a skip, and wild cards galore! How did you even get this lucky?

"I'll go first," you said with a grin, throwing down your plus-four. Azul grit his teeth.

"Your turn once more, then."

You nodded, throwing down a skip turn. Finally, Azul's eye started to twitch. His composure was breaking, you could just feel it.

"A-Are you certain there's nothing illicit involved with your hand, Prefect?"

"I'm hurt!" You said. "I would never cheat."

No, you would. You weren't now, though. You put down yet another plus four. Azul snapped.

"You're most certainly cheating!" He said. "There is absolutely no way in the name of the Sea Witch you managed-"

"Just checked security cam footage," Idia said. "No one fucked with the deck, you just have god-awful luck, lmao."

Azul was practically foaming at the mouth with rage at this point. Weirdly cute.

And so, you just kept going. And with each card, Azul's face got progressively more red, right until the very last Wild Card.

"I win," You said. Azul scoffed.

"Fine then," he said, turning away with a huff like some petulant child. "You've gotten luckier than me on one single instance. Congratulations, I'm overjoyed at this milestone of yours."

You just scoffed.

"I bet you're gonna spend the next week looking up Uno tactics after this," you said, and Azul's reaction told you you were right.

"I-I-er-" He stood up. "I'm leaving! Delude yourself however you please."

You just laughed as he left the area. Afterwards, thoug, you couldn't help but feel rather- fond, in a way.

Azul could be really cute sometimes.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst #twst azul #azul x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #Twisted wonderland fanfiction #Fanfic

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thelionheartedo3 · 4 months ago

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influencer

summary: In which Ely discovers her cat is Instagram famous.

(it's 300 words it's not going on ao3)

Ely's knee deep in paperwork when there's a knock on her open office door.

She answers without looking up, already knowing by the excited, shuffling footsteps who's in the doorway.

"I wanted to say congratulations!" Tina exclaims, and when Ely looks up, she's beaming.

"Thank you," she says, reflexively, before she blinks. "For what?"

Tina wiggles her phone in her hand, as if that's an answer. "For your follower milestone!"

Ely blinks at her. "My. . .what?"

"Elyse," Tina says with a huff, but when her expression doesn't change, she gets a fond eye roll paired with the explanation of, "The follower milestone on Mango's Instagram account."

Those are words. And Ely certainly understands them.

Paired together in the sentence Tina's said though have her thoughts grinding to a halt.

"On. . .what?"

It takes Tina approximately five seconds to show Ely the Instagram page she had been talking about, largely 'cause it had been up on her phone when Tina had first knocked on her door.

@ agentmangok.s. stares up at Ely's face, next to a picture of Mango in the world's tiniest cowboy hat.

The follower count next to that has Ely taking in a deep breath.

Tina, unfazed, brings up the most recent post on the account. One posted last night. It's of Mango curled up in the living room on the hearthrug, a familiar, freckled hand having been caught in the picture giving her a scritch behind the ears.

The caption: spending the day in my favourite way with my 2nd favourite aunt!

"Tina."

"Elyse?"

"I'm going home."

Ely finds the vampire she’s aiming for with the other residents of the Warehouse in the living room. Mango is currently, once again, curled up on the rug in front of the fireplace while Farah sprawls out on an armchair, her phone in hand.

She gives Nate a tight lipped smile in greeting from where he’s reading on the sofa before leaning over the back of Farah’s chair.

“Hey, Farah?”

Farah glances up at her with a smile. “Yes?”

“Why the fuck does my cat have twenty five thousand followers on Instagram.”

Nate looks up from his book, brows pinching. "Do I want to know what any of that means?"

"No, probably not."

“’Cause she's cute and people stan her," Farah offers with a shrug. "Though someone did try to cancel her because you're a cop."

"What."

#rinn writes vampire fic #the idea wouldn't leave me alone #running back to camelot au now that this is out in the world

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gojo-mochi · 1 year ago

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A/N: Thank you all so much for the 300 followers Milestone!! I’m so happy that all you decide to stick around with me! Sorry this took a while and is gonna to take a while to complete haha! But I am doing a very special event! Where you, my dear reader, have the chance to pick a lovely man to spend the night with!

This is a Escort Service AU with characters from both One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen!

Each character will have their own separate fic written at a later date.

The Prompt is: Virgin Reader picks who she wants to spend her first night with!

Some of these choices are more…spicy.. than others so be warned! But most of all have fun!! :3 Thank you again for the milestone! Hope to see y’all at 500 next time!

You nervously paced around the elevator, clutching the booklet in your hands with a fierce grip. Taking in shallow breaths and jumping slightly when the elevator doors ding open on your floor. You held the booklet close to your chest as you quickly walked past other hotel guests, hoping that they wouldn’t notice you. You search for your room number and dig out your keycard to be let in. Swiping it on the door, and with a soft click, you pressed on forward. The cold air of the hotel room gives you a slight jolt as you look at your surroundings, first checking out the bathroom. It was a sliding door with no locks that slid easily with a little push. You stepped on the tiled floor, and the first thing that grabbed your attention was the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror right in front of the doorway; "Woah.." Woah… woah…….. There was a small echo in the bathroom as well when you spoke out, causing your shoulders to hunch up even more. You glance at the two sinks and then the large shower across from them. ‘Enough to fit five people…’ You thought to yourself, imagining a scenario where five people would use that shower together with a blush.

The sinks being right across from the shower means that the sink’s mirror is also across from it, giving anyone showering the perfect view of themselves. You let out a shaky sigh. ‘This hotel really knows what it's doing, huh…’ Backing out of the shower to check out the rest of the room, a king size bed, a tv, a small couch on the corner, and other very normal things you expect in any hotel. You were expecting a whole wall of whips and chains, to be honest. Glad to be mistaken around that, you sat on the foot of the bed, smoothing out the booklet that had been wrinkled to all hell since you had been crushing it in your hands this whole time. You bit your lower lips as you opened it, your eyes scanning through all the names, pictures, and descriptions scattered in the pages.

Your friend had recommended this service to you, tired of hearing you whine and bitch about how you were going to be a virgin forever. A ‘Escort Service’, your friend had tried it before, multiple times, they said, and every single time they left with a smile on their face, legs trembling, and pussy wrecked. With a bit of pressure from your friend, you finally decide to take the plunge and see what all the hype is about. You already booked the hotel room and paid for everything, the only thing left was to choose who you wanted to be your first…..

PICK YOUR POISON

Roronoa Zoro:

6’4ft/192cm

"I like drinking sake and working out…what? What the fuck else am I supposed to say here?"

Looking for a hot and dense muscular man to turn you into a drooling mess? Well, look no further! Zoro here may have a hard noggin, but that's not the only thing that's hard about him. Rocking six-pack abs with wide shoulders and bulging arms with those veins, I know you ladies just love to look at. He can pick you up and mold you into any position you can think of! Don’t be scared by the alluring scar over his eye and his seemingly permanent scowl etched on his face, he’s got a soft heart on the inside and is willing to cater to your every need; just say the word! If you want this fierce-looking, rough but gentle piece of man-meat, call this number now! XXX-XXX-XX01

Don Quixote Doflamingo

6’8ft/ 203cm

"Some call me the ‘Heavenly Demon’, Pick me, and I’ll show you the true meaning of worship"

DO NOT PICK THIS MAN!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHY HE ISNT BANNED OR IN JAIL YET *A warning written by your friend*

Mere words cannot even begin to describe the greatness that is the ‘Heavenly Demon’, Sir. Don Quixote Doflamingo himself! Just basking in his godlike glow can make any man or lady cream in their pants instantly. You should be honored that you have the chance to spend a lovely night with this Celestial being! After just one night with him, every other person on this earth will never compare, so be warned; this is a ride that you will never forget. But be honest with yourself… can you really resist this sinful temptation? Call now :) XXX-XXX-XX02

“Black Leg” Sanji

6’3ft/191cm

"I believe that every single beautiful lady in the world should experience earth-shaking orgasms at least once…"

Yowch! Watch out, ladies! This saucy cook not only know his way around a kitchen but also around and inside a lady’s pants as well. He’s almost as sweet as the desserts he whips up, so if you’re looking for a tender and loving night with a man that will treat you and eat you out like a five-star meal, well, look no further! Sanji here is everything you could ask for in a man, his skilled hands will have you trembling under him before the moon is fully up! And don’t get me started on his sultry voice and accent, oh la la~! A few words are enough to even make me fall to my knees! Don’t you worry, though; Sanji will never let a lady suffer in his sights. Call now and be treated right! XXX-XXX-XX03

Trafalgar Law

“Don’t act like a brat unless you’re ready to be punished… try to test my patience and I’ll have you begging to turn back time..”

6’2ft/187cm

Tan, tattooed and pierced, Law is man of mystery, stricter than most with a seemingly cold personality. Don’t worry though, if you play nice, he’ll quickly warm up to you! If you want to spend the night with this hunky man, make sure you listen to whatever the Doctor say, unless you’re ready to be strapped down and pounded all night. We know your type though, acting all bratty and spoiled so you would end up a drooling mess faced down in the bed. Tsk Tsk, naughty girl! If you think you’re prepared to go head-to-head with this MD (and get his D heh) Call now! XXX-XXX-XX04

Eustass “Captain” Kid

6’5ft/195cm

"My dick is big, and I know how to fuck and eat pussy. Why bother picking any of the losers when you can pick a champ like me?"

Such a crass mouth on this wild red-hair! He’s better off putting that mouth to use somewhere else, don’t you think? That is, if you’re able to tame him~ "Captain" Kid is not for the faint of heart, dear reader, you have to be ready to ride if you end up choosing him. He is as fiery as the color in his hair. You can dream of biting back, but he will bite back harder and leave marks on your body that you won’t even see coming. If you ever dreamed of being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, then Kid is the man for you! Just don’t sue us if you end up more sore than you signed up for. Call now! XXX-XXX-XX05

Gojo Satoru

6’5ft/196cm

"Handsome, strong, and charming~ I’m the total package, baby, ain’t no one better than me <;3"

You should have said "Cocky" as well, though we all know that some ladies love a man who knows his worth and Gojo? Gojo definitely knows his worth (Maybe he blows it out of proportion sometimes, but still). Pearly white hair as soft as fresh snow with stunning blue eyes that will capture the heart of anyone that dares gaze upon them. Gojo Satoru is the ‘total package’, and you’re guaranteed to at least have a laugh with him by your side. Not here for laughs? Well, let me tell you all about Gojo’s soft lips, which he moisturizes every day, and his long and slender fingers, which he also moisturizes every day. (Who let Gojo in the writing room again?) He also wears a blindfold most of the time; did we mention that? Call now and see what this "package" has to offer you! XXX-XXX-XX06

Sukuna

6’6ft/197cm

"Everywhere I go, I am the ‘King’, my mere presence alone is enough to make the masses fall to their knees. So why aren’t you already down there?"

GOOD LORD DO NOT PICK THIS ONE EITHER, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD *another warning from your friend*

You already heard of the ‘Heavenly Demon, now meet the "King of Curses", Mister Sukuna! Cue Applauses. Ahem, those who are still reading this far and have not quivered and ran away in fear yet, behold and rejoice! You are some of the few who are worthy to spend a night with a King. Make no mistake now.. You are here to serve him, not the other way around. If he says ‘Sit’, you are expected to already be sitting on the ground near his feet. If he says ‘jump’, you will not ask ‘how high’ because you should already know what he wants. After one night with Sukuna, his teachings will be ingrained in your mind, body, and soul. :) If that sounds like a fun time to you! Call now! XXX-XXX-XX07

Geto Suguru

6’6ft/198cm

"Hmm? Something about me? Ah…. I rather let my actions do the speaking for me..*chuckles*"

Wowee… is it getting hot in here, or is it just Suguru? If I could, I would cut in front of the line to spend the night with this charming man. His sultry voice can lure anyone into his clutches; Suguru could start a whole cult with all the people he attracts! If you want to be treated right by a man and fucked to the high heavens, whew, I don’t know who else I can offer but Suguru. Just don’t get too sad once the night ends and the morning comes, ladies. I know it's going to be hard not to fall in love instantly with a man like this. If you think your heart can handle it, Suguru will be waiting for you at the end of this call. XXX-XXX-XX08

Nanami Kento

6’4ft/193cm

"I plan to execute my work well and leave every customer satisfied with the end result…. Uhh Nanami, could you be more.. sexy about this? Sigh…many people say I have a very ‘toned body’ and that my jawline can cut diamonds…also don’t expect me to stay longer than I need to; I don’t work overtime under any circumstances."

All work and no play make Nanami a dull boy… at least that’s what I would say if he wasn’t so damn good in bed. He does the job right, and oh boy, does he know how exactly to make any lady squirm and squirt underneath him. Don’t be put off by his cold-hearted look, he is a big-ol softy beneath all that muscle. He’s cool and calculating, not like some of the other muscleheads on here; just be honest with what you want from him and Nanami will make sure that all your wants and needs will be met to the letter. Though if you want, you could always try to push his buttons and see where that will go….:) Call here! XXX-XXX-XX09

Fushiguro Toji

6’7ft/200cm

“You know what you’re getting with me doll.. heh…if you want a good, long, and hard fuck all night, you better pay the right price…” A whole hulking mass of a man, Toji is not for the faint-hearted, mind you. Lewd, crass, and a goddamn mess of a man as well! It's hard to believe that a guy like this can get with any girl; oh, who am I kidding, We all know why we simp for him (his muscles). Don’t think you can try to fix him, ladies; he’ll end up wrecking you and have you drooling on his cock in five seconds flat. You ain’t never been forced into a real mating press or a full nelson before unless you spent the night with Toji, he’ll show you that no matter your size or weight, you’re nothing but his cocksleeve. Call now and see what’s its all about! XXX-XXX-XX10

A/N: Comments and reblogs are appreciated and loved!

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jimzittos · 5 months ago

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hdhsjwyemalwlksm WE'RE AT 300 !! LESGOO ! never thought id reach this milestone ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ tysmtysmtysm to all of u who interacted with my posts, followed and supported me through the past two months since i started this blog <<33

i og thought of hosting an event at 300 but since my last event has a huge ass time period (istg its never gonna end) , the next event will prolly come out later

gorgeouss blogs:

(sry sry sryyy for the tag =⁠_⁠=)

@kthice @i-mmaculatus @swiftwice @c-heriis @haeheyy @liilithmin @gigittamic @jaewsss @n-americano @taevlogg @also-web @aqualogia @aeraras @dolly-jk @jjk7h @jnssite @daddldee @cg1rl @v6que @jazzitos @otherkyuzjin + manyy moree !!

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whitedarkmoonflower · 9 months ago

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I wish to serve you, Lord! // Part 1 // The Last Kingdom S2E2

I've finally got to this very important scene. I actually thought I've giffed it already, but it appeared I've only done bits and pieces. So this weekend is dedicated to Sihtric's grand entrance in the show. OK, he was already in some scenes before, but this is his main appearance, telling so much about him and his charackter and I just simply love it.

By the way I'm cooking a very special gif set to celebrate my 300 followers milestone and to give a worthy conclusion to my journey through Season2. I've been preparing it for a while now and still need to finish the last gif, but I'm quite certain to be able to post it next week. I love you all who have decided to share with me my brainrot for TLK and Sihtric particularly! 💖💖💖

Comment or write to me if you want to be added to the tag list.

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @foxyanon @thenameswinter99 @alexagirlie @synintheraven @angelvoxx @gemini-mama @the-irish-girl @tinumiel @willowbrookesblog @hb8301 @verenahx @fox-bright @elwegencyn @siimonesvensson @sigtryggrswifey @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

#sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #arnas fedaravicius #arnas fedaravičius #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk gifs #moonflowergifs

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rinneverse · 2 years ago

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Hi Congrats on the 300 followers can I request B, E and X for nagi from blue lock thanks

nagi is my baby boy. the loml. i lov him so. (thank u nonnie! muah)

a part of my ongoing 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] SEISHIRO NAGI + B, E, & X!

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw pro player!nagi, vaginal fingering, accidental fuckboy!sei, talkin' bout penises again for the letter x, fem!reader

— b ; body part!

my heart wants to say that sei's favorite body part on himself are his hands. he's a gamer; he loves being good at all his favorite games, fingers nimbly moving across the controller as he decimates his opponents in game. he also loves being able to reduce you to a sobbing mess on his fingers alone, playing with your pretty pussy as you lay on top of him, clutching at his shoulders with a cry.

his favorite body part on you? your tits. hands down. love using them as a pillow, loves grabbing at them when he's bored, kneading the flesh like dough. it's a habit at this point—if you two are ever cuddling, expect to have at least one hand on your tits at all times. doesn't matter the size. he's a tit man and i will die on this hill though he does enjoy using your ass as a pillow as well. either way, s'long as he's comfy.

— e ; experience!

if you're in the loveland discord server you've definitely heard of this before, but somehow, someway, nagi is just.. an accidental fuckboy. girls throw themselves at him left and right, and sometimes, a quick fuck, a one night stand, anything of that sort occurs whenever nagi feels like it. and soon to follow is heartbreak for the poor girl, as nagi doesn't even seem to recall that anything of that sort has even happened the next day. he's a serial ghoster.

sei finally changes his way when he meets you, or maybe it's a situation where you're his childhood friend who he finally realizes he has feelings for. he doesn't know what to do with them—feelings, he shudders—and he slowly goes insane until reo tells him to man the fuck up and ask you out. he puts his experience to good use after that, making sure you scream his name all night long to make up for lost time.

— x ; xray!

thick. girthy. drools. hes got a triple c cock, i think, long n' veiny, hits all the right spots in you. he's a grower, not a shower. his happy trail is sexy as fuck by the way like just . just imagine. he's got a bush. very sexy. he's not too concerned with keeping it well kept, just makes sure it's trimmed enough to where it doesn't bother him.

triple c = coke can cock btw its soooo big

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi smut #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro smut #☆ oakie writes #☆ c.nagi #oakie hit 300! ☆

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nonsensical-pixels · 2 years ago

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1000 followers gift, part 1: mechtasims' pets set [download - sfs | mf]

after just under a year, this blog has hit over 1000 followers!! thank you all so much for supporting me--it feels like just yesterday we were hitting 100, and then 500... and now this 😲

for my 1000 followers gift, i have decided to share multiple gifts over the weekend, so it's a bit more of a bonanza i suppose. every 12 hours i will release something brand new, yet something that sticks to the 'theme' of this blog. i hope you guys enjoy this! 😊

part 1 is @mechtasims' pets set for ts2! i saw a picture recently of @skittlessims' cat nala in a box similar to the one included in this set, and it really just struck me as such a cat thing to do... but the vanilla cats in ts2 don't get to do that! and so, after many hours of fidding in blender (for the first time!) i bring you... 5 pet beds, 3 decorative pet toys, 1 rug, 1 fully-morphed pet dish, and 2 fully functional pet trees! 🎊

if you know me, you know i love my animals (especially my piggies!) so i think it's only fair to include them in this wondrous milestone 💞

credits

@mechtasims for the adorable TS4 meshes & textures!

xsparrow on mts for the under-counter pet cushion that i cloned the smaller versions of the pet beds from!

@lafeeverte-sims whose cat tree i cloned for mine!

UK1967 who is the creator of the pallet mesh that i mashed together with the 'sweetheart pet bed'!

@shastakiss for the wood textures used on the pallet!

there is already a readme included with the download, but keep reading for things to note, items included, and guinea pig taxes!

things to note

the 'starlight cat tree' may have some animation issues (since it's quite wide) when cats descend from the second and top floor

bigger dogs will probably clip through the small pet beds, it's just a given 😔

the smaller pet beds are repo'd partially to the bigger ones! 😃

everything except the rug (decorations -> rugs) is found under the pets section

items included

Ball - $10 (900 polys) Box Bed - $30 (686 polys) Cat Tunnel - $20 (5760 polys) Couch Bed Large - $250 (7978 polys) Couch Bed Small - $175 (7977 polys) Heart Cat Tree - $100 (870 polys) Heart Food Bowl - $25 (1155 polys) Paw Dish - $20 (6204 polys) Paw Rug - $50 (2 polys) Sisal Scratching Post - $60 (722 polys) Starlight Cat Tree - $300 (9217 polys) Sweetheart Bed Large - $100 (794 polys) Sweetheart Bed Small - $75 (794 polys)

guinea pig tax

you asked for it you get it! ivory, the brown and white piggy, is actually in the preview already, you can download him here 💖

idk what else to say, aside from another piggy thank you for your support 🤗 and a 'see you in the next one'! 🥰💕

( @4t2ccdatabase )

#sims 2 download #ts2 download #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #s2cc #sims 2 #ts2 #s2 #4t2 #4t2 conversion #4t2 buy #<3 <3 <3

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magicverse-bad-sanses · 7 months ago

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Intros, notes & milestones

Note: In my AU almost everyone is dating everyone, so the little married to/dating notes are just their main partner!

Milestones!

Ink: 10 Followers (Met)

3rr0r: 15 F0ll0w3rs (Met)

Blue: 25 Followers

Reaper: 35 Followers

Dream: 50 Followers

Fresh: 69 Followers

Color: 75 Followers

Ccino: 85 Followers

Fallen Star Sanses: 100 Followers

Risen Bad Sanses: 150 Followers

Medi: 200 Followers

Cae: 250 Followers

Yusebi: 300 Followers

Next >

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lorlita · 1 year ago

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┈ ❀ milestone : 300 ∿

OH EM GEE?? STOPP I JUST REACHED 300 IM SAUR HAPPY RN LIKE I DIDN’T EXPECT TO REACH IT AFTER 2+ WEEKS, IM SOSO GRATEFUL FOR THIS AND STUFF AND HAPPY THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE ENJOY MY MOODBOARDS BECAUSE HALF OF THE TIME IDK IF THEY LOOK GOOD😭 I’LL MAKE SURE TO DO AN EVENT NEXT MILESTONE!! ILYY ALL!!/P

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here are some of my favorite blogs!! (not in order) you should follow them‼️

@trivijoy @y-ves @y-ujin @baesol @i-jiwon @eundior @iluvrei @i08rei @yongloop @yoyojoy @dollienini @coriette @haeivn @kiotopia @koosuvi @webzzo @w-onki @wonk1s @eliatopia @v-ico @gwryus @yeritos @contexty @111polaris @i4sullyoon @chaey2k @k-yujin @yunjidoll @y-unjins @sseulr1n @seolvia @isamiracle @fuckici @s-eolaa @i-telepatia @wiotas @won-ai @softkiseu @tyunlouv + many more!!

i might have forgotten to tag more of my fav blogs

#lorlita #YAYAYA #TYSM FOR 300 #ILYYYYYYY

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dovedi · 8 months ago

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　300+ FLLWERS

　　　⁺　　.　　　♡　　ㆍ　　﹒First, I would like to say I appreciate every single one of my followers as i couldn’t have made it to this milestone without any of my followers. I haven’t been active a lot so I apologize for that and will try to be more active. Possibly, next milestone I may or may not host an event.

　　　⁺　　.　　　♡　　ㆍ　　﹒Next, i want to have a special thanks to these people —> @jaes1lvr @i08wony @y2qi @gigittamic @yerivs @sasa-luvs-u @l0ve-ani @poemale @yeritos @ayatxt @i-kyujin @adorein + many others (srry if i didn’t tag you)

#♡ mileㆍstone #✧ ﹒ dovedi #TYSMMMM🫶🫶#kpop

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diy-fire-water-pups · 4 months ago

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(( Oh, btw, we got past 150 followers recently... That's a milestone I was totally NOT expecting when I first started this blog! I was checking the Paw Patrol tags regularly on Tumblr by then and they seemed so quiet, aside from the Daily Marshalls and some occasional random post or fanart, it seemed this fandom was pretty much inactive. I wasn't expecting this blog to become such a hit and attract so many people!

To celebrate it, I was thinking... Would you guys like a chance to get a full art of your favorite pup with any of their outfits and vehicles in a giveaway raffle thing? That would be a fair chance for those who can't buy commission art from me for whatever reason too!

Comment on this post if you like the idea - if there's enough people interested, maybe I could prepare another post later with rules and a deadline for people to enter and get a chance for it!

The raffle prizes would be a digital full body art of one (1) pup in any of their outfits and with any of their vehicles of your choice (yep I can draw vehicles! Thank you Transformers lol) with a simple background for the first winner, and one (1) pup in any of their outfits in a simple background for the second winner.

Who knows, maybe for the next milestone (200? 250? 300 maybe?) if I become rich by then, I can send an actual envelope with a letter from me and the pups, plus some physical custom goodies like traditional sketches/doodles, stickers, maybe something extra that can be put into an envelope XD I've done that before for my Patreon and Telegram supporters back when I had a job, so it's actually possible to do again someday...

Anyway, the idea is there, what do you all think? Let me know! ))

#(( When the pups sleep the mod takes over ))

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mushiewrites · 1 year ago

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Rise & Shine

I was originally writing this bc I felt the need to be rude to @wishitweresummer, but she actually just reached a little over 300 followers, and so this has become a lil fic present too for hitting such an incredible milestone! summer, you are cool as heck and I adore you SO MUCH, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while picturing you reading this :D <3 love u!!!!

Sapnap is spending the day lounging by the pool, minding his own business and taking a lil panda nap. George is bored and decides to mess with him anyway

(lee!Sapnap / ler!George : 3K words)

George knew it was cruel, yet he didn’t seem to care enough to stop himself. He slipped two fingers between the blinds on the sliding glass door to the backyard, spreading them to create a gap he could see through.

The youngest of the three boys in the house was out by the pool on one of the lounge chairs, lying on his back with his hat pulled down over his face. His shirt had been discarded on the chair next to him, and his arms were crossed behind his head. Sapnap was in his swimming trunks, the black and white checkered design looking dry and telling him that he’d been in that same spot for a while now. His eyes trailed down to the boy’s feet, one protected by the flip flops he had worn, while the opposite was bare, the other shoe resting on its side on the chair. He looked so peaceful.

George only felt a little bad for what he was about to do.

He slid the door open slowly, trying not to wake Sapnap as he stepped out onto the hot concrete in his socks. Spinning on his heel, he turned back towards the door to close it, making sure to use the lightest amount of pressure to make sure it shut properly behind him without slamming closed. George turned around to face Sapnap again, standing there for a few seconds to make sure he hadn’t woken up. When no movement was detected, George made his way over to him.

Sapnap was definitely asleep, the sound of quiet snoring coming from beneath his hat now audible as he got closer. The elder stopped when he reached the foot of Sapnap’s chair, folding his arms across his chest as he looked the shorter boy up and down, thinking of how exactly he planned to entertain himself. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on the feet in front of him, the toes wiggling as Sapnap took in a deep breath and stretched slightly. He slowly ran a finger over the toes of the bare foot, just over the pads, and was rewarded with a tiny squeak. George repeated the action again, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing when Sap whined in his sleep, curling his toes and letting out the tiniest giggle.

“Poor thing.” George whispered under his breath to no one in particular, moving his legs apart and taking a few steps forward to straddle the chair, directly over Sapnap’s ankles. He stayed standing, reaching a hand behind him to play with the curled toes a bit more as Sapnap continued to stir beneath him. The nail of his pointer finger scraped lightly over the pad of his big toe, making him squirm and jerk his foot away, beginning to wake up properly.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

“Nohoho…” Sapnap whined from behind his hat as he felt a weight settle on his shins, fingertips moving from his toes to his arch. George leaned forward and stretched out with his free hand, gently removing the hat and giving the boy time to bring his hands up to cover his face from the blinding sun. The elder giggled when he saw a flash of pink skin, noticing Sapnap’s blush immediately and cooing at him.

“You either got way too much sun or are flustered out of your sleepy little mind right now.” George commented, allowing his giggles to flow freely now at the way Sapnap snatched the hat from his hand and held it back over his face.

“M’ not!”

“You’re not? So you just got sunburnt then? Silly little pandas, you really should use sunscreen!” George replied, moving his hand that previously held the hat to join the one behind him, reaching around until he felt the flip flop and gripped onto it lightly. This caught Sapnap’s attention right away, sending him into a frenzy and grabbing at George’s arms as he sat up straight in the lounge chair. This didn’t deter him, though, and he continued to pull at the shoe, trying to slide it off but finding it hard due to Sapnap flailing and curling his toes in a desperate attempt to keep it on. After a minute of fighting, George let go of the shoe and brought both of his hands in front of him, crossing his fingers together and looking at Sapnap, as if he were waiting for something.

“George wh- NAHAHAHA! NO NONONO FUCK!”

Sapnap’s curiosity was silenced, George’s hands now suddenly squeezing and prodding at his thighs like his life depended on it. He paused briefly to adjust himself, sliding himself up the smaller boy’s shins and settling back down right below his knees before digging right back in. George’s fingers squeezed above his kneecaps, making Sapnap kick out with a squeal. They both heard a small splash, making George pause and turn around, only to burst into bright giggles. The flip flop that Sapnap so desperately tried to keep as protection was flung from his foot in his struggles, now floating around on the surface of the pool. George turned back around and came face to face with a very blushy Sapnap, only laughing harder when the younger slapped the hat back over his face once more.

“Stohohop laughing! It’s your fahault!” Sapnap whined through his laughter as George’s fingers sprung to life again, this time moving up a few inches and digging circles in with his thumbs right at the inner middle part of the boy’s thighs. Sapnap arched his back, his laughter flowing into the air as George continued to squeeze and torment the younger boy. He used the nails of his four idle fingers to skitter lightly over the tops of Sapnap’s thighs while his thumbs switched to pushing in for seconds at a time, smirking and giggling to himself whenever Sapnap screamed.

“I always forget just how ticklish you are here, Sappy,” George spoke over his laughter, his volume a little louder than usual to make sure the younger boy heard him. “Listen to how giggly you are! Your nose is probably all scrunched too, isn’t it?”

Sapnap shook his head quickly, hat still pressed firmly over his face as he protested through his cackles. George smirked, pride flowing through him when he saw how red the tips of Sapnap’s ears were. It was a sign of victory in his mind, having the younger boy falling apart below him with just a few well placed squeezes and pokes. He moved his hands up further, giving an experimental squeeze to the tops of his inner thighs and breaking out into a huge grin when Sapnap screeched. The sound was unlike anything George had heard him make before, and he quickly decided he needed to hear it again immediately.

The Brit moved himself up a bit more, adjusting himself until he was hovering above Sapnap’s knees. Before sitting down - and before Sapnap knew what was happening - George reached behind him and gripped onto his right ankle, quickly bending the leg at the knee and turning it to the side, until the milky skin of Sapnap’s inner thigh was facing the skylights. The brunette sat down quickly before Sapnap could correct the positioning and straighten his leg out, successfully trapping his thigh in the most vulnerable way.

The tips of George’s fingers barely grazed the exposed skin before his wrists were scooped up and yanked away harshly, a string of protests and pleads falling from Sapnap’s lips. George pulled on his wrists lightly, laughing when the younger boy’s grip tightened. He lifted his head and was once again face to face with Sapnap, the hat once covering his face nowhere to be found as he pouted at the older boy.

“Please, please you cahan’t! George- George, nohohot there! Come on, don’t be a little bitch!” Sapnap’s lips pressed tightly together as he realized what he said, his eyes now pointed down in his lap to avoid meeting George’s gaze. He heard the brunette let out a quiet hum of disapproval, followed by silence, making him more anxious with every second that passed by. Just when he was about to beg for forgiveness, he saw a flash of brown hair dart towards him, letting out a high pitched scream when he felt teeth nibbling at the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

“FUCK! Nohoho no! Stohohop, fucking stohop! George, no!” George’s wrists were released as Sapnap flung his hands up to gently grab his face, lightly squeezing George’s cheeks as he pushed his face out from the crook of his neck. Once his face was completely out of its hiding spot, George wasted no time, digging both of his hands into the soft thigh that was practically immobile.

“NOHOHOHO! NO, FUHUHUCK OFF! GEHET OFF!” Sapnap was screaming through his laughter, flipping between flinging himself to sit straight up and slamming himself back down against the chair. The side of Sapnap’s foot was slapping against the plastic, not able to do anything with it other than pathetically wiggle in lieu of kicking.

George spread all of his fingers as far apart as he could , pressing in his fingertips and vibrating his hands back and forth. He eventually found the spot at the top of Sapnap’s thigh that the boy was trying to hide, and George giggled as Sapnap made the foreign noise once again. To his horror, this only encouraged George to tickle harder, squeezing and pinching at the sensitive area. The action sent Sapnap into another round of cackles, the raspiness from laughing so hard creating little breaks of silence in between them. George leaned forward slightly, allowing some of his weight to rest more on his hands, purely to add more pressure onto his tickling fingers. Sapnap shook his head quickly, throwing himself down against the back of his chair again as he squealed out in ticklish agony. His arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, a hand gripping onto George’s wrists every so often, but not having any strength to pull them away and end his suffering. George took this moment of extreme weakness to walk the hand that was higher up on Sapnap’s thigh to the very top of it, slotting his thumb into the muscle in the crease between his hip and thigh and pressing down lightly. Sapnap shrieked, bucking his hips up violently and almost throwing George off of him.

“Oh? What’s this, angel? Did I find something?” George gave another press with his thumb, this time wiggling it slightly. This time he was prepared when Sapnap attempted to buck up again, breaking out into hysterics when George began making little circles in the seemingly hypersensitive spot. He abandoned the vulnerable inner thigh in favor of using both hands on the newly rediscovered spot, placing them on either side to mirror each other and digging in. Sapnap wailed, kicking and thrashing and doing anything he could to try and dislodge George.

“NAHAHAHA PL-PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO- I- I CAHAN’T I-!” Sapnap was blubbering through his hysterics, flopping around like a fish out of water as George tickled him to tears. He could feel them welling up in the corner of his eyes, unable to stop them from falling when he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“This must be a really bad spot, huh, Sap? Look at you, you’re crying like a little tickle baby!” He could hear George giggling at him, only further flustering him and making him whine through his laughter. He gripped onto George’s wrists again, pulling and yanking as much as he could, only to find he was sapped of all strength.

“GEOHOHORGE!” He complained as he twisted in his seat, taking in a much needed breath when George’s fingers finally came to a stop. The elder shook the grip off of his wrists, instead taking Sapnap’s hands in his own and bringing them to his mouth to place a kiss on each one, right along the knuckles. This made the younger boy whine through his giggles, still trying to catch his breath but allowing himself to relax into the touch.

“Alright, Sap, just one more thing and then I’ll stop tormenting you.” George compromised, smiling with a giggle when Sapnap let out a defeated whimper. He gently moved his hands from George’s and brought them up to his face, rubbing at his reddening cheeks in an attempt to control his blush. It was useless, but he continued to do it anyway as a form of self soothing. George took this as a sign to continue.

Suddenly nimble fingers were back on his inner thighs, spidering and squeezing and pressing in as much as they could. Sapnap cried out at the intensity, bringing his hands to his hair and pulling as an outlet to release some of the tickly energy surging through him. Every squeeze and pinch to his inner thighs sent him into another fit of laughter, squeals and squeaks and raspy giggles spilling out and deafening both of them. But George didn’t care, only interested in coaxing out the most embarrassing noises he could produce from the squirmy boy beneath him. Sapnap could feel the cool air against the wetness of his cheeks, bringing his hands down to rub at his eyes to get rid of the lingering tears there. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take - his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his breathing was getting more shallow the harder he laughed. Just when he thought he would have to pull out the safeword, the tickles stopped, finally allowing him to breathe again.

“You actually did pretty well! I was expecting you to fling me off of you like, halfway through that!” George rubbed his palms over the tingly skin of Sapnap’s thighs, trying to ease the ghost tickles that were still lingering there. The younger boy continued to giggle as he slowly sat up, replacing George’s hands with his own. George moved his hands down Sapnap’s thigh, instead rubbing the area above his knees soothingly to try and help him calm down.

“You…whahat the hell, George?! I was trying to sleep!” He whined, trying his hardest to sound mad but failing as his giggles continued to flow from him. George giggled along with him, shrugging his shoulders and dipping his head down, clearly bashful about the situation he created.

“I know, but I was bored! I couldn’t help it. Don’t act like you didn’t have fun!” George snapped back, lifting his head back up and meeting Sapnap’s eyes, daring him to deny it. The younger boy got the point, rolling his eyes with a sigh as the last of his giggles finally dissolved on his tongue.

“Geez Sap, you were so squirmy. Look! You threw your hat!” George chuckled as he spotted the black hat on the ground under the chair next to them, leaning down and stretching to pick it up between his pointer and middle fingers, not wanting to stand up to get it. He managed to lift it, gliding it up and over Sapnap’s lap before dropping it on top of his thighs. Sapnap was quick to grab it, dusting it off before putting it back on his head, adjusting it until it sat perfectly in place.

“Yeah, and look what you did to my flip flop!” Sapnap yelled as he pointed at the floating shoe, his slight annoyance seeping through his tone. He let out a yelp as George squeezed into the sensitive above his hip bones, jolting to the side and growling when the elder let out a little giggle. He watched as George stood up, walking towards the edge of the pool to see for himself.

“I didn’t do this, idiot, that was all you. It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” George scoffed, turning briefly to roll his eyes at Sapnap before turning back towards the pool. Sapnap rolled his eyes back, breaking into a small smirk as he got an idea. He slowly stood up for the lounge chair, careful to be as quiet as possible as he started walking towards George.

“Yeah, it’s not like you were the one tickling me to death.” Sapnap argued back, keeping his tone the same as to not throw himself off and ruin his own plan.

“Whatever, it’s not my- WAH!”

George screamed out as he was pushed from behind by the younger, sending him forward and right into the pool. When he resurfaced, he gasped for air, letting out a loud screech when the black flip flop bobbed next to him. He looked around the room quickly, trying to reorient himself when his eyes finally landed on Sapnap. He was bent over, laughing hysterically like he was still being tickled.

“You’re an idiot! What is wrong with you?!” George yelled, grabbing the shoe and throwing it as hard as he could in Sapnap’s direction. The younger boy dodged it, turning back towards George and sticking his tongue out at him. The brunette glared at him with a look that could kill, wiping the wet hair out of his eyes before speaking.

“You’re fucking dead, Sapnap.” George made a move for the ladder, sending Sapnap running towards the back door to the house. He watched the younger boy frantically grab at the handle as he began to climb out of the pool, teasing him the whole time.

“I’m gonna get you, Sap!” George called in a sing-song tone, laughing when Sapnap let out a scream as he flung the door open, quickly turning around and sliding it shut with a loud thud. He grabbed a towel from the chair to dry himself off as he watched Sapnap disappear into the house, shaking his head with a chuckle. George was in no rush, knowing he had plenty of time to catch up to Sapnap and tickle him to pieces again. Only this time, it would be easier.

This time he’d have a very big puppy on his side, eager to help destroy Sapnap.

#lee!sapnap #ler!george #hehehehehehee #thank u juno for helping me with the title!!!#thank u cal baby for reading too #summmer i hope u love it :3 #and think about it for a loooooong time <3 :D #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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